The Inclusion of Everyone: I Love People

I’ve gotten some attention about a post here that needs some clarifying; I’m referring to my recent thoughts on class. I asked my mom for her honest opinion when she told me that she’d enjoyed reading my blog; I love her and value her insight.

“You sound like a snob, and it sounds as if you don’t like Just’In’s family.”

Hm. I hadn’t meant to bring that tone, and it certainly isn’t my opinion. I appreciate Just’In’s family, and I enjoy spending time with them. Their family dynamics are very different from my family dynamics, but that’s only because they’re a gathering of adults–aunts, uncles, parents. When I see my family, which is not nearly as often, we’re doing kid-oriented activities because I have siblings who are in middle school; whenever I see them, someone’s on vacation. Just’In’s family gatherings usually involve a meal and lots of talking, but it doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy those activities, too.

That last paragraph is awkward in its phrasing; I don’t think in terms of “his family” and “my family”; I feel very much an active part of both groups. I apologize for sounding like a snob; uncollected and frank thoughts on class are bound to pull on a loose string somewhere.

Meanwhile, here’s a recent picture of my growing belly that everyone can enjoy:

I had a co-worker tell me this week, “Your belly is growing out and up.”

I told her, “Well, it’s got to grow somewhere, and I’m glad it’s doing what it’s supposed to do.”

I also find that babies, the experience of bearing and delivery, cross all boundaries of class and time. Everyone can talk about babies. Thank goodness.

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About The Original Kate

Along with artistic tendencies, Kate enjoys unusual people and is constantly striving for some sort of nonconformity. Kate offers a perspective that is thoughtful but well-written and full of images within the words. Other tidbits that might intrigue: she has very long auburn hair, and, you guessed it, her favorite color is orange.

Posted on August 27, 2009, in From Rabid-Mormon Land Known As Utah and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. —-In my experience “up and out” means boy. 😉
    Conversely, when I was pregnant with Bina, I carried her really low the whole time.
    But I’m not making predictions! Every woman’s body handles it differently.
    I just wanna know what you’re having! :p
    hehe

    • —-Ah, but I had a complete stranger at work ask me what I was having (it happens often), and when I wouldn’t tell her, she told me to turn to the side. By looking at the shape of my belly, she was sure it’s a girl. She said all but two or three of her grandbabies were girls, and they were all carried like me. And she predicted them all accurately by looking at the way they were carried. 😀

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